Season 2, Episode 9 : Supernatural Monster Hunter ( Afro ) “The Ashes of Neo-Eko”

Smoke coiled through the streets of Neo-Eko. The air smelled of ozone and blood. Neon lights flickered in the shattered windows of once-bustling towers. Across the skyline, shadow-creatures soared like vultures. The city was under siege.

Afro stood on the wreckage of a hover truck, looking out at the chaos. Below him, citizens ran for cover as wraiths dove from the sky, clawing at anything alive. He turned to Nya, who crouched beside a cluster of injured fighters.

“They’ll tear the city apart by dawn,” she said.

“We don’t wait for dawn,” Afro replied. “We end this tonight.”

From the smoke emerged a figure carrying a modified talking drum on his back — Bantu, the rebel sound mage. He wore soundproof robes and had tattoos that lit with every beat of his drum.

“I brought the echoes of the ancestors,” Bantu said, smiling grimly.

Together, they led a charge toward the central fusion core — the heart of Neo-Eko’s energy grid, now occupied by Iyami’s beasts. As they advanced, fireballs exploded around them, and holographic screens across the city displayed Iyami’s face, chanting forbidden incantations.

Bantu pounded his drum, sending shockwaves that disoriented the wraiths. Nya summoned a cyclone of glowing chains, binding shadow-beasts in the air. Afro moved like a blur, blades dancing through the chaos.

Inside the core tower, they were met by The Bone Guard — monstrous elite warriors made from reanimated human skeletons, covered in cybernetic plating and obsidian masks.

Afro charged first, striking down two with a spin, but the others adapted quickly. One caught his arm mid-swing, crushing his blade. Nya unleashed a lightning pulse, saving him just in time.

Bantu climbed a data terminal and began to broadcast ancestral frequencies — chants of warriors long past. The Bone Guard began to shake, their movements glitching.

“Keep going!” Afro shouted, dodging a spiked whip from one of the guards.

As they pushed deeper, the core itself began to destabilize. Red cracks opened on the floor, and strange vines wrapped in circuits rose from the earth. It was Iyami’s doing. She was merging the spirit realm with the city.

They reached the control altar. Afro plunged his remaining blade into its interface, overloading it. A shockwave tore through the tower, ejecting the spirit energy and halting the merge.

For a moment, the city went silent.

But then, in the sky, a portal opened—massive, pulsing, ancient.

Iyami was ready for the final stage.

Afro looked up, his chest heaving. “This isn’t over.”